This is a story with brains, logic, passion, and satisfying payoffs. It only gets better as it goes on. The author listens to readers and updates at least five chapters a day, with at least ten thousand words.
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When a jagged purple-black rift split open the sky above the Gobi Desert, Lin Fan’s life went completely off the rails.
One moment, he was bantering with his grandfather, calling the “Earth’s spiritual energy” theory nonsense. The next, a flying “piece of junk” smashed into his chest and hurled him, along with it, into a bathhouse in another world, one packed with middle-aged women who were stark naked! A mortifying start? That was just an appetizer.
When he woke up in Stone Village, Lin Fan discovered he had become a “visitor from beyond the heavens.” Here, cultivators ruled while ordinary people were lower than grass, and impoverished Stone Village was one of the most insignificant specks of dust in the Southern Wilderness. He had hoped to keep his head down and scrape by, but trouble came looking for him. The cultivators of the Qinglan Sect were arrogant and treated human lives like grass. Then one of them branded Lin Fan a “remnant of Earth,” plunging Stone Village, whose people regarded him as family, into utter ruin.
